The Tabatha Diaries – Chapter 3

“I suppose you want me to do you now,” said Tabatha lazily, without lifting her head. Her face was still turned towards me, but her dark glasses hid her eyes and I didn’t know whether they were open or closed. “But you’ve left me feeling so . . . mellow, that I can’t be bothered moving. Your hands are almost hypnotic, Andy. You’ve got a real talent.”

“Mellow” was not really the effect I was aiming for. “Dripping wet” would have been better. My erection strained and a thread of precum dripped down into my navel. I didn’t feel very “mellow” at all. But given how awkwardly I started, I was pleased with her compliments.

“Would you like me to give you a virtual blow job?”

“Yes!” I blurted out without really knowing what I was agreeing to. It sounded good.

“Do you know what that is?”

“Not really. Is it like phone sex?”

“Yeah!” she sounded surprised that I guessed correctly. “It’s where I tell you how I would suck your cock, but I don’t actually suck your cock.” She put a harsh emphasis on the words “suck” and “cock”. Like they were distasteful things in her mouth and she was spitting them out as she talked. “Seeing as how you’re my little brother. And it wouldn’t be right for a good Catholic girl, like me, to put a cock . . . in my mouth. And suck . . .”

My heart beat picked up speed at her dirty talk and I realised that she had already eased into the tease. I reclined fully against the chair and rested my head to the side so I could watch those dirty words forming on her lips. She moved her head slightly to lift her cheek off her hand so that she could talk without her jaw moving against her hand.

“I know you want me . . . to suck . . . your cock. I can see that your big . . . thick . . . hard . . . cock . . . just wants to be sucked.”

I was hanging off her every word. She had me panting and in her spell.

“I could come over there, and kneel between your open legs. Get comfortable between your strong legs. And crouch down, to pick up your big . . . cock. In my soft, hands. Wrap my little hand around your shaft . . . “

I instinctively reached down to touch myself. I was getting quite worked up.

But she sang three rising notes of admonishment, “Ah! Ah! Ah! No hands, Andy. At least, not yet. I’m sucking you, remember? We don’t want your hands to get in the way. Now, where was I? Oh yes, I had my fist wrapped around the base of your cock, gripping it tightly at the base, where it’s thickest, where it seems to grow out of your body like a branch. It feels so big in my little hand. And I want to bend it . . . to my mouth, so I can put that big purple head in my mouth. My fist is squeezing you . . . almost choking that poor head. He’s going all blue in the face. And look! There’s a tear forming in his eye . . .”

There really was a tear of precum forming in the eye of my cock as I listened to her sexy voice.

“Now, if I wasn’t such a good little girl, I might be tempted to stick my tongue out. My long, wet tongue . . .”

As I watched her she stuck her tongue out slowly and seductively. Tabatha had a long tongue.

“. . . and I might lick . . . that tear away. Taste your salty fluid . . . yum. I’ve tasted other boys. They taste nice. But I’ve never tasted you, Andy. What do you taste like?”

Boom! Boom! Boom! My heart was in danger of drowning out her voice as I imagined the tip of her tongue licking the tip of my cock.

She sounded like she was getting a bit carried away with the fantasy herself. I looked down at my cock and the precum oozed out of me in a long drooping drop. It flowed in slow motion, like honey.

“Mmmmm. After I lick your precum and taste you, I might lick you some more. I might let my tongue trace along that throbbing vein in your cock . . . or I might lick the length of your shaft . . . from your balls . . . all the way along that tube, that runs all the way up your shaft . . . when you’re really hard . . . rock hard. It’s like the backbone of your cock.”

I knew what she was talking about. I didn’t know what it was called. But I could feel mine bulging out now as I imagined her tongue licking it.

“I’d lick all the way up the spine of your cock . . . slowly . . . feeling the ridges and the bumps with my tongue . . . until I got to that stretched bit of skin . . . that always looks like it’s going to break . . . I’m going to lick that bit of skin . . . lick it ever so gently, because it’s so sensitive . . . and my tongue will use it as a bridge, from your shaft . . . to the head of your cock.”

My cock throbbed helplessly. I desperately wanted to touch it. Tabatha was teasing me mercilessly and turning me on, but I wanted to come.

“Oh, Andy!” she said suddenly as if breaking from character. She sounded anguished. “I’m not a good girl. I can’t help it. And this is so wrong. We shouldn’t be doing this. You’re my brother.”

My heart sank. She was right. But I didn’t want her to stop. Not now.

“And you’re naked. And erect. So, so erect.”

Despite the anguish, there was still the same slow, halting cadence of the tease. She spat out the word “erect” in the same way she said “suck” and “cock”.

Fuck! She’s just playing with me!

“I couldn’t possibly get all of your big . . . long . . . shaft . . . in my little mouth. Even if I wanted to. It wouldn’t fit. You’re so big. So hard. And that big bulging head of yours wouldn’t go down my throat. You would choke me, for sure. Wouldn’t you? Even with your precum lubricating my throat . . . I’d be gagging on your cock. With your head throbbing in my throat. My eyes would be watering. And my mascara would be running.”

Tabatha removed her sunglasses. She had that intense gaze. Her eyes seemed darker. Her face seemed to have clouded over. Even though it was still sunny.

She pushed herself up off the sunlounge and turned around. She sat on the edge of it, facing me. Her boobs rolled and pulled as she moved and I watched them. She put her elbows on her knees and leaned forward, so that she was facing me and close to me.

“I can’t be satisfied with just a lick. Even though you’re my brother . . . and it’s wrong . . . for me to suck . . . your cock . . . I’m so hungry. I want to put it in my mouth. I want you to fill my warm . . . wet . . . mouth . . . with your big . . . fat . . . cock.

My eyes darted between the hypnotic gaze of Tabatha’s lustful eyes and the equally fascinating movements of her mouth as it enunciated my dirtiest desires. And during the pauses between words, her mouth fell open, like the dirty hole for my cock that she promised.

“I want to feel your shaft pressing against my tongue.” She opened her mouth and showed me her tongue.

“I want to feel your head at the back of my throat. I want to choke. Almost choke, on your cock. I want to feel your cock throb in my mouth. That desperate throbbing that tells me you’re near the end. Near the limit of your endurance. You want to come in my mouth. . ..” Her mouth hung open, all pink and wet inside her full lips.

“. . . I want to taste you. I want to taste your cum. Come for me. Come for me Andy. Let your cum flow into my mouth. Fill my mouth with the taste of you. The taste of your cum . . . before I swallow . . . ”

The cum gushed out of me like a fountain. It was like when you shake champagne before opening it. Fountains of the good stuff went everywhere. And there was a lot of it.

“Holy shit Andy!”

My body kept spasming and my cock kept squirting. Five, six . . .

“Oh my God, you’re still coming!”

Eight, nine . . .

“I’ve never seen anyone come like this before!”

Ten was a dribble and eleven was a last desperate spurt.

“That’s a lot of cum, big brother!”

“Thanks. Thanks Tabatha. That was so good.”

“I’d offer to lick it up for you, but the taste of cum makes me gag.”

“But what about all those things you said?”

“Yeah, well. I just tell boys what they want to hear. That’s part of the beauty of the virtual blowjob. I can tell you about things I could do, without actually doing them. I mean, I could take your cock down my throat, and choke on it, but I don’t think I’d actually enjoy it.”

Tabatha was putting her dress back on. I could feel the pool of cum on my stomach starting to run. I quickly grabbed my blue jocks and used them as a cloth to wipe up the mess. That was a neat solution for the cum, but now I had nothing to wear.

“Can you pass me my Spee . . .”

“Shhhh! What was that? Did you hear that? I think I just heard Mum’s car pull into the driveway.”